Friday, April 24, 2009

Yayy for hamburgers!



We just got back from our 20 week anatomy scan. So far, everything looks great. HB still 159. For the past two weeks, I had let my mind wander to the what-ifs. One of them being, what if baby sprouts a penis?? You hear stories all the time about women being told one gender, and going back and finding out something different. Well she is still a she. Clear as day.




Classic "hamburger".

Baby was moving around so much though that the tech had a semi-difficult time getting what she needed. I liked the movement though. It was truly fascinating to see her moving around so much. At one point we saw her open her little mouth wide and yawn. The tech said it was a yawn, I think she was tasting the taquito that I had eaten about an hour earlier. The tech flipped it to 3-D to get us a picture, and we could see her opening and closing her mouth and what looked like her licking her fist.


She likes to eat. Wonder where she gets that appetite from. :)
Tim was amazed, like last time, at the technological advancement of the 3-D u/s. It's so hard for him to interpret the 2-D ones. I think she looks beautiful and so much different than the image we saw at our 18 week u/s. Tim says she still looks scary. Maybe, but it's a process. She's a process.


She's a whopping 11 oz, up 3 oz in two weeks. I am so thankful and grateful that everything is looking good. Who knew I would ever be here? Who knew?? I am finally going to be a mother.

1 comment:

  1. She's still beautiful & yes you are definitely going to be a mother. :)

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